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FRIDAY NIGHT "Where are you going dressed like that?" Oliver looked up and down at his sister, who had come into the kitchen to get a glass of water. The dress she was wearing barely covered anything, which was rare for her. She had always been a good girl who abided by the rules, and he would swear this was a dream if he had not been living out the entire day. She turned to him, and the extreme makeup on her face scared him a bit. "What?" she asked, looking at him as she blinked rapidly. "I asked where you were going," he jumped out of the chair he was sitting in while eating a boring bowl of plain oats. She had thought he would be snugly tucked in his bedroom, and that was the reason she was ready to leave the house. But maybe this was a good thing; he would see her going out, and she did not need to sneak out. "Oh, I am going clubbing," she said. His face showed horror because clubbing was not something she randomly did; in fact, he had never seen her talk about going out of

"What are you doing here?" Lila asked, running her hand through her hair. Damien looked down at her exposed lap and how firmly the guy sitting beside her was gripping it. Damien raised his head, and their eyes met. The man recognized who he was, but he did not care; this was a club, and he was with this girl first. "What are you doing?" Damien asked, looking down at his hand and then tracing it upwards. "I do not think it is any of your business," the man said, causing a sharp sound to leave Damien's lip. He closed the gap between them, so he was staring at the man in his eyes. "It is to my business?" he asked and then let out a small annoyed laugh. He held his hand and pressed on the side. The man tried to act as if his grip was too tight for him to handle. "How can you touching my girlfriend so sexually not be my business?" Lila was getting drunk, but at least she could understand what was going on. She felt her heart flutter as if it were going to fly away, and she knew that th

"Oh, my head hurts," Arietta groaned as she moved in bed. She felt her throat tighten and knew she needed a glass of water to quench her thirst. She stirred in bed and tried her best to get into a sitting position. She sat still with her eyes closed as she wondered why she drank so much when she knew how stupid she was when she drank and how much she could hold her liquor. Memories from her drinking escapes flooded her mind, but she was not able to put them together. She knew she just had to give herself a little time, and everything would flow to her naturally. Her eyes flared gently, but when she looked around, she could not recognize the room she was in. No room in her house had the secrets she was looking at. "Where am I?" she asked herself, looking down at the thick black blanket that had covered her. She took it off and checked her clothes to ensure it was okay. She looked at the nightstand and was grateful that there was water there. She poured a glass for herself and wiped i

"Do you have any idea how we made it home yesterday?" Lila asked, dropping to the bed and checking out what Oliver had brought for her. "Woah, toast, apple slices, honeywater, and tea?" Lila asked, surprised at the treat before her. "That is a lot." "He makes this for you but forces me to eat plain boring oats." Lila took up a slice of toast and bit from it. "He must have it for you." "Stop saying that; you are giving me hope," Arietta murmured silently. She opened the flask containing the honey water and poured it into the empty glass. She drank from it and was grateful for the taste of it as it lulled through her system. "It is good to have hope; no one ever died from having hope," Lila murmured as she savoured the taste of the well-done toast. "Since you are sticking to honey water, I am going to stick to drinking the coffee." Lila knew that if she wanted to get a good breakfast, she must have done it herself. "Thank you," she followed up, allowing the smell of the freshly bre

"We have been driving for a while now. Where are we going?" Lila lifted her head and looked around them. Damien was at the house a few minutes before six, and she was ready to go. She did not want to make it seem like a big deal, so she did not call him back to ask where he was taking her. She just threw on a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt with her hair up in a bun. "I was going to take you to fine dining, but you are not dressed the part, so I am thinking of taking you somewhere else." "Well, I did not know your plans, so I wore what was fitting enough for me." "You should have asked me to know what to wear." "I don't want to make it a big deal," she said in a small voice, looking out the window. She was very glad that she could look out the window instead of at him. "So where are we going now?" she asked. "Someplace," he said with a shrug as he merged into the traffic. "Someplace? Does someplace have a name?" She asked, tilting her head a bit so she could see his entire